Hey guys! I'm back, since this story is short and finished, I decided to update quickly

Also, I have a writer's block for Beca Mitchell Has No Heart and it's killing me

Also also, have I told you guys I have ADHD and it causes me to quit things in the middle? That's why I have so many unfinished stories which I'm fighting to keep writing, so I hope I won't give up on them, anyway, let's get going

Chapter Two - The One That Got Away

Summer after high school when we first met
We'd make out on your Mustang to Radiohead
And on your 18th birthday we got matching tattoos
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof
Talk about the future like we had a clue
Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you

"Aw, Chloe, could you skip that song?" Aubrey asked.

Chloe looked up from her computer, her blue eyes that were once bright and full of life were now dull and cold, almost dark. She continued going to vet school but now she acted more like a zombie than like the Chloe Beale everyone knew and loved.

"Please, don't do this to yourself, Chlo," Aubrey said. "It's been six months,"

Chloe said nothing once again. There were dark circles under her eyes and her skin no longer had the amazing glow many girls envied.

"Chlo?" Aubrey asked.

Chloe simply pressed a button and the song was no longer playing. She spoke nothing before going back to her assignment.

Once, before all this happened, Chloe used to have a look of happiness, she used to be good to everyone she met, believing in the good of everyone. She was a positive person, one many people loved to have near. Now, her look only shot daggers at everyone she met, she barely spoke and she was no longer the positive person she once was. And this all happened about six months ago.

Aubrey moved in with Chloe and Amy, wanting to make sure her friend was okay and also because she found a better job managing a department store and she had to leave that retreat in the middle of the woods. She hated that.

Ever since they came back from France, at the end of their USO tour, since they tried to get to Beca at the Newark Airport, Chloe hadn't been the same.

Keeping up with Chicago had been such a struggle, that didn't last two weeks before they were broken up. And Chloe was in her zombie-like state.

"You know this is all your fault," Chloe mumbled as she typed into her computer.

"What? My fault?" Aubrey was confused.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I was fine before I found out about Beca,"

"Chloe, you can't blame me for Beca disappearing," Aubrey said. "I didn't know she would do that, if I did, I'd have talked to you sooner,"

Chloe scoffed and said nothing else.

"You know I've tried to track her down, I haven't stopped trying," Aubrey said. "But Beca is one in 300 million people!"

"Have you called her dad or Sheila? Have you called Theo? DJ Khaled?" Chloe asked.

"I did and I believe they do know where she is but they won't tell me," Aubrey said. "Theo said they are working together but Beca asked he kept her location in secret from us,"

"Us?"

"The Bellas," Aubrey said.

Chloe sighed.

"This fucking sucks!" Chloe grabbed her water bottle and threw across the room.

"Besides, she deleted all her social media and probably changed numbers," Aubrey said and sighed. "I've tried everything, unless you want me to go and search door to door in every town in America,"

"Yes! Do that! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have realized just how much Beca was important to me," Chloe was crying again. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have realized maybe I like her too,"

Aubrey didn't answer, she just sat beside her and hugged her tight, rubbing her back up and down. It didn't last long though and the blonde was pushed away.

"Get away from me," Chloe got up, grabbed her wallet and phone and walked out the door.

Talking to Chloe had gotten to be a task, nobody knew what she'd say, she usually exploded like she just did. By Aubrey's insistence, the redhead had started going to therapy, so her explosive episodes were getting much easier to handle. Before, she'd just scream and sometimes accidentally hurt someone. Every now and then she accepted the hug Amy or Aubrey offered. But it wasn't all the time.

"You know, she's getting more and more like Beca," Amy said.

"Yeah," Aubrey chuckled. "This whole thing just sucks,"

"It sure does," Amy walked over to the fridge to grab a glass of water.

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Chloe shoved her AirPods in her ears and played a song from her playlist as she walked across the streets. She was still crying but over the months she'd grown to love the fact that New Yorkers apparently liked to mind their own business, so barely anyone asked the crying redhead if she needed anything.

Chloe got in a coffee shop and ordered a cappuccino before taking a seat, tapping play on the song she'd been listening to before.

In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I won't have to say you were
The one that got away

Chloe cried. She obviously felt the lyrics. If Aubrey had given her a heads up sooner, she would've done something to make Beca stay, maybe talk about her feelings. She didn't realize she liked the girl sooner, otherwise things would've been a lot different.

She hated herself for taking the small brunette for granted. She just thought Beca would always be there by her side. To share a bed, to shed a tear, to make her feel better when Chloe was sad.

Deep down, maybe not that deep, Chloe knew she was projecting her anger onto Aubrey, that was easier than admitting to herself she was to blame for being blind. It was her fault for not seeing that clearly Beca was in love with her and would do anything for her. How it was her fault for not considering this before she went off and kissed Chicago in front of a crowd and Beca.

Now she wondered about the things she could've done to make the brunette stay, but no.

Beca was the one that got away.

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the blues
It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

Chloe closed her eyes and let herself cry. She hated holding them back and she was starting to hate the hugs she was getting, it was like she was this poor girl who lost her parents. No, she didn't lose anyone, she pushed them away by being stupid and blind.

Chloe then went through her messages and clicked on one she'd received from Beca a long time ago that she just had to save. Now it was her means of torture, of course.

Hey Chlo, it's me, just wanted to let you know I'll be home for dinner and I'll be bringing pizza so don't even think of ordering anything, it's my treat tonight, Beca's voice filled her ears and she shut her eyes to savor the moment.

God, how could she not see? Beca did basically anything for her without question and it would be an immense pleasure for her.

Chloe thought back to the time she had a headache and couldn't finish a paper due the following morning so she just gave up and went to bed, only to find the next morning her paper had been finished and sent. When she asked, Beca said she took all her notes, read her books and sent the paper to the email that was underlined amongst her notes.

Sure, it'd been six months since she last saw the brunette but she couldn't help it, it would've probably been different if she'd gotten her chance to say goodbye or even talk to the brunette one last time.

It wasn't like Chloe didn't google Beca every single week to see if she could find anything about the brunette, but she wasn't the only Beca Mitchell out there, so her search was getting to be really difficult.

Sometimes, Chloe just wanted to know if Beca was okay, if she was happy.